No. I was thinking while looking at my last post, of a song....I do not recall whether it is from "Row Row Row Your Boat" or something else....I just keep thinkin gof "And that's how the polar bear died" (they will soon any way though, for real, YUP, if you keep up with your aw ful habits like driving for fun and eating carcas...AHEM) but instead of a polar bear...it was the internet. In the midst of writing my last post, my internet died. Completely. For two days. I will not delete that post for two reasons, a.) I REALLY did want to go to the pool, darn it. And b.) It goes to show how reliable this is down here. High speeeeed. The speed of dial up ;) but I am fine with it. Internet is internet. I just did a lot of reading.
SPEAKING OF WHICH. If you love me....you should send me a book. Of course that is ridiculous. Shipping is expensive, and I am picky. Also...that is more to put in my bag to come home (which I have learned, packing up everything is an impossible task already). If you know me, you know that I have ABSOLUTELY no problem embracing the dork in me. Especially when it comes to English. I love to read and write and be a nag about the grammar of others (though how dumb would it be of me to do that now...I keep using the wrong form of 'your' in my emails and facebook....DO NOT even get mye started about that. I hate that my english is awful...but it is for the best. Anywho...I love glasses and trucking around a large back pack and the smell of new books makes me happier than anything. I am a dork, to a degree.
I recieved a package the other night, it was one Brian had sent out two months ago. Candy, and a book. It's a book of four Stephen King (MY FAVORITE AUTHOR EVER EVER EVER) short stories. I have read two so far and love it. Though I prefer his longer novels...but I had not read this before so it's amazing. (I have read probably....more than half of his work, of his fifty novels, collections of short stories and writing as Richard Bachman, I am an enthusiast.... though I have criticisms I will keep to myself :P) Stephen King is my favorite author, ever. He makes me feel like no matter what I write, I will not be the most demented author out there one day....if that is what I choose. HHAHAHAHAH, who effing knows. Shakespeare, for those of you that know me, is one of my favorite writers as well, but I would not say author to describe him, he was a playwright :D
I did finally get to go to the pool. Yesterday afternoon. Two days before that as well. It has been hot but it rains EVERY day ( I am in love with rain though, so no complaints, but thats for later) Three days ago, it had been my first time at the pool in WEEKS. No friends went that day, but it was so sunny and pretty packed. I sat on a chair reading (re-reading for the third time) a book and getting some horrible UV rays. Next to me was my host mother and older host sister. Quite uneventful. I didn 't even touch the water. I thought I did okay. I applied Sunscreen over and over...but the sun IS stronger here. Isn't there a hole in the ozone here? There has to be. I'm not crazy. I am just so red on my chest that it was purple (the rest of me is tan though) So gross. But no peeling this time, THANK THE LORD. Yesterday was another short visit. I met some new people, swam a bit and talked to some soldiers. Prettttttty sick.
Last night was a dance. "Baile do Hawaii" (Hawaii dance, obvi) at the club. It was huge compared to the formaturas and New Year's party there. A live band played and everyone had SO much energy. I was bored at first but when my friends showed up I had a blast. I do not remembe much, and I wish I had taken more pictures. I have one picture....of a boat...with fruit in it...
Ha! The place was decorated all over. There was no breathing room between tables. Men dressed in those hideous Hawaiian flower shirts (yes, they have those here too, unfortuneately) lots of color and leis and a really cool theme all in all. It was super fun. I wore my graduation dress. And unfortuneately (count how many times I've said that in this post, do it) I had to SQUEEZE my newly formed fat self into it. I find it to be more of a success though...when I was a month or so in here, I couldnt even zip it! Now just my legs are my biggest issue. My jeans don't like to fit me anymore. Tragic. I hate how parties don't even begin until midnight here. No, I do not dislike it. It is just different, considering I love being in bed by 10 but that makes people here laugh. I got home around 5 AM. Slept til nine. Read until 12. Then...did nothing all day. Success.
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